Yet, who can complain after seeing veiws like this...
Stopped at a small mountain town this past week-end. Celebrating "Donkey Days" with a parade. There's something to be said for a small town and the people in it.
Not to mention small town mountain girls.
Birds eye view of town. One main street less than a mile long. Main street lined with casinos, mostly with just slot machines and lots of old buggahs losing their kids' inheritance.
And we're off!
That's all the marching guys in the parade. As I said, it's a small town.
Damn fine looking fire truck. The loudest part of the parade.
Got to wonder what kind of milage this thing gets.
Old cars driven by really old people

The jack-ass is probably thinking he would rather be roaming a field.
Oh mama, what fun!
The parade "Queen".
Lots of horses and riders. Only one donkey, so far.
Lots of this, and I am directly down wind. Not so much fun. Good thing this was the end of the parade.
And then the donkey race. Down the street and around the block.Presently in Glenwood Springs and will be heading up into Wyoming tomorrow. That is if the bike cooperates.
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I know a good bike mechanic. But wait, he doesn't work on "scooters" only HOGS.
I thought your last post was titled free wife in short supply! HaHa!
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